A reply.

Q, I had to post this here so as not to completely overtake your comments section.

Here's what I think: I believe that every person has one or two things that they do in which they are so beautiful, so perfect... it's like watching something that's meant to be. I stated in a past post that even though I don't have the best swimsuit body, I think that me, splashing around in the ocean and playing in the waves, is pretty darn close to perfection. There's nothing "wrong" with it or with me in those moments. I think that dancing (and here I mean dancing in the free style form, not choreographed) is one of those things for you... for most of our little clan, to speak the truth; you, me, Kristi, Huck, etc. It's in those moments, on the dance floor or in a car or parking lot or wherever, that we are our most perfect selves. And why? Because it's in those moments when the beat is pumping and everyone is singing at the top of their lungs and sweating and generally making an ass out of themselves that we lose all sight of self conscious. We no longer care what we look like, what we sound like, if we're being checked out, nothing... it all fades into the background. It's fun with a capital F, it's reckless abandon and it's completely void of censorship. Why do you think we always make such ruckus when we go out? That type of energy is contagious.

That being said, there are those that can spot that energy and try to force it out of themselves. But in order to do that one must be completely willing to make an ass out of one's self. One must forget about all of the people out there watching and just take it to 10. It's all about taking a flying leap off of the edge and not caring whether you crash and burn. That's an absolutely terrifying thing for a lot of people. Heck, it's scary for me in almost every other facet of my life, but I've got a fella here who keeps gently nudging me towards the edge. I think that's where Bird is coming from. He's still under the impression that everyone else has nothing better to do but watch and judge him. In reality people are so wrapped up in watching and judging themselves that he doesn't even register on the radar. I think that the moment he realizes he's not nearly as important as he believes himself to be will be a wonderful day for him. I don't mean that to say that he's not important, he just gives himself too much credit. He's still trying to be Brian Kinney, when he really just needs to sit back and be Emmett...or Michael.

I'd consider yourself lucky, Little Miss. Most people don't ever even find that one thing where they can let their perfect-self shine through, let alone the several that you have.

And I agree, we'd be let some shit fly if we were rocking to the same beat in the same town right now...

A perfect day...

Every now and then I have one of those days that is so great, I know that I'll remember it for a long, long time. My perfect "Texas" day was one of those days. Last 4th of July was one of those days. And I'm glad to say that today was one of those days.

Bear and I rolled outta bed around 9:00am and he made some coffee while I got ready. We were up so early on our day off for one reason and one reason only: player Projects. Incredible feats of bravery done for anyone who will come and watch. I saw some pretty awesome stuff out there today. I saw people being so courageous, it made me envious. Sometimes, I really miss being a Player.

That was followed by going to watch B, Mattie, Frank and Hardy play baseball for a while. This may not seem like the most interesting thing to do on your day off but I can tell you that it was well worth it, if only to hear Hardy say over and over "This is cool!!" It was a perfect little snapshot of summer.

After a few hours of that, B and I came home and napped before heading out to AB's home in the holler for dinner. Smoked salmon, deviled eggs, pasta salad and some fantastic peach ale that rocked. It was so casual and fun, we just sat around the kitchen, eating food and telling funny stories. A perfect ending to an awesome day.

Not too shabby for Amelia...

A few things before we start...

-I enjoy turkey sausage. I just had some with some scrambled eggs and I find it to be a more than adequate replacement for the piggy stuff.

-I'm extremely tired of girls who pretend to be "nice" when in reality are heinous bitches. I'm even more tired of the boys who refuse to believe when I say that aforementioned girls are Cunty McGoos. Ya know how guys have that thing where they can pick skeevy guys and skeevy behavior out of a crowd? Well girls have the same ability. If I don't jive with a girl, it's because I have SEVERAL good reasons not to and not because I feel like it. Too boot, I have yet to be wrong about this. Fellas, I'd trust me if I were you.

-I think some type of "anti-music" movement is taken place currently. I'm listening to the new Justin Timberlake video and it doesn't really sound like music at all...it kinda sounds like industrial sounds on a loop. It's very German...Fergie's new single is the same way. I can't really call one repetitive beat and some words strung together music. And it's not like rap, this is something else...it's weird!

-I apparently gained four pounds on the way home from Bear's house this morning. WTF?!?!?! Whatevs, I'm believing the info I received at Bear's. I'm an adult and that's my right!

Love;y days and beautiful weekends to everyone!

NEWS FLASH!!

BLANCHED ASPARAGUS WRAPPED IN PROSCIUTTO AND DRIZZLED WITH BALSAMIC VINEGAR REDUCTION SO GOOD, MAKES SMALL, BOLIVIAN-AMERICAN PRINCESS GO BLIND!!!!

*UPDATE!
KENTUCKY NATIVE TRIES DELICIOUS DISH AND DECLARES: "Maybe I don't like asparagus...maybe I don't like prosciutto?" BOLIVIAN-AMERICAN PRINCESS CRUSHED!!




**Writing in all capitals, headline form is fun.

Good Things

A list because we all know how much I love them:

1. Having a wicked craving for potstickers and knowing that all you have to do is wander over to the store to pick of the ingredients. Dim sum tastes even better when it's the fruits of your own labor.

2. Cadbury Fruit and Nut Candy Bars. Phew! That's some good chocolate folks!

3. A glass of OJ and a smoke. Don't get on my case for smoking. Huck, remember how we HAD to have a beverage any time we stepped out on the balcony? If we were sans beverage, forget it! It was just as integral to the enjoyment as the cigarette itself.

4. Planning yet another trip to DW with Bear. If for nothing else, it's worth it just to see how happy he gets about the whole thing.

5. Bermuda in about 2 weeks. Enough said.

6. Ok Go videos. If you haven't seen them check 'em out at YouTube.com. The treadmill video is one of the coolest things I've ever seen. Their music is pretty rocking too!

7. Having fun at work. This summer has been a little touch and go but lately, I've been trying to bring the joy back into it and ya know what? It's working. Although TMM gets a little tedious at times all I have to do is look around and there's a plethora of people who are willing to play with me. How much fun is that?!

8. So I've been interval training to build myself up so that I can run. Well, the coolest thing about it is that muscles are popping up that I've never seen before! There's a mirror by the treadmill at the gym and sometimes I'll just watch my leg and think "Wow! I have never seen that before!" It's a pretty cool thing to watch your body get stronger right before your eyes. Laugh at me if you will but it's cool, that's all I'm saying.

9. Having a Sunday night off. People who don't work in my field may not understand this, but my week goes Tuesday to Sunday. I have one day off a week and that's Monday. So any unexpected nights off are a blessing.

10. Hearing all about Q's adventures in the big city. Moving somewhere new is always intimidating and Q is bravely doing it. I hope she's having a wonderful time.

11. After rehearsal today I was enjoying a cigarette with Chad and Landon and I completely ate shit on the steps of the Production Building. Like so bad that I face planted into the railing and my shoe almost fell off. It was so bad that the boys had to make sure I was ok. I, meanwhile, was laughing so hard that I couldn't answer. Once they understood that I wasn't responding on account of the laughter and not because of injury that I had sustained, they joined in on the revelry. I stand by my statement that I'm the only person who's day can be made better by taking a spill down a set of stairs.


Alright, I'm off like a prom dress. Good weeks to everyone!!

Ohhh...I'm am sick of this bullcrap!

I spent a good half hour writing a new post for this thing yesterday and you know what? It's not here!!! Where did it go!?!?!? ARGH! AARRRGGGHHH!!!!!

Silver Spoons

It's almost 10am and it was very difficult to get out of bed this morning. What would I do if I had a job that required me to be up at 5am? I'd probably quit and join the circus. Getting out of bed has become increasingly hard, a fact that is only exacerbated by the fact that I leave a sleeping Bear in my wake, wrapped in the covers. Hmph.